But I know the trial hasn't taken place yet, because Fred would have to be a witness, so he'd know, of course.

And, besides, the man hasn't died or got well or anything, yet, and they're waiting to see what he's going to do." "Who's Fred ?" Jack stood up and leaned toward her, feeling all at once that he must know, and know at once, who Fred might be.
"Why, he's Kate's brother.

He's down here at Toll-Gate cabin, working out the assessments--" Jack sat down again and caressed his bruised knuckles absently.
"Well, then, I guess this is the finish," he said dully, after a minute.
"Why?
He'll never climb up here--and if he did he wouldn't know you.
He couldn't recognize your face by the number of your car, you know!" Then she added, with beautiful directness, "It wouldn't be so bad, if you hadn't been the ringleader and put the other boys up to robbing cars.

But I suppose--" Jack got up again, but this time he towered belligerently above her.
"Who says I was the ringleader?
If it was Fred I'll go down there and push his face into the back of his neck for him! Who--" "Oh, just those nice friends of yours.

They wouldn't own up to anything except being with you, but told everybody that it was you that did it.